Motivation ft. a sink full of metaphorical dishes.
“You’ve always written for you, and the moment you stopped writing for you is the moment you stopped writing.” - a dear friend.
I want to want to do the dishes again.
Read MoreWriting Ruts and Restlessness
So often, I forget that to get out of the rut, you have to write through it.
Read MoreSo She Did
I rebuilt the broken overflown damn of emotions patched the holes with melted gold. My imperfections displayed with beauty, not swept under the rug like problems to be ashamed of.
Read MoreDon't Stop Believing: The Journey.
Embrace the journey. It all starts somewhere, and that somewhere is here.
Cement Clouds with Silver Linings
I looked up today, surrounded by a sky of grey clouds all patched with silver linings.
Read MoreFalling into Darkness
I know its coming when my heart stops feeling the music, and I find myself in an all consuming silence.
Read Morewhen the imaginary world goes silent
When the pen ceases to hit the page, I cease to exist.
Read MoreMind over Matter and Maple Leaves
There is a leaf that sits upon my arm, and I frequently get asked if I am in fact Canadian. When the response is, "no, I am not." I get a slew of other comments regarding the tattoo. Well, here I am to clear everything up for you curious beings.
When my world comes to a halt, usually every year around September, I look down at my leaf and remember that it is just a season. That even when I thought I would never move through it, I did. It is my reminder to hold on and keep going. That the darkness, although unbelievably consuming at times, is only temporary.
Read Morewriting hiatus
It's all a work in progress. Stay tuned friends, great things are to come.
Read Morereflections in the hazy morning light
This morning I got up and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the light and stood at the sink. I stared at myself and wondered, "how did I let it get this way?" Aside from looking worn out, I look sick. Sick of life, sick of unhappiness. Sick of people asking why I'm losing weight and why I'm always tired. I looked at my reflection in the hazy light of morning and decided I need to change.
Read Moreplaying cards, feeling lost, and other nonsense.
Right now I feel more than lost but what it boils down to is as long as I am creating and living, pushing towards happiness I know I will be just fine.
Read MoreMe, Myself, and Myers Briggs
Sometimes you want so much to be heard, you forget what you have to say. The same goes about wanting to be someone. You want it so bad, you begin to lose pieces of what makes you, you.
Read Morewhy I'm not a writer but wish to be one..
As a writer, you spew emotions out for the world to see, opening your veins and spilling out the contents pumping from what beats inside your chest. Your writing makes up who you are. Twenty-six letters arranged in a way that reflects your soul. In my recent days, I have encountered writers who bleed for the craft. Housing all these ideas anxiously clawing their way out of the chests of those so in love with what they are capable of.
I want to be one of those people.
Read MoreFool me twice, shame on me.
I found calm amongst the vast ocean in your eyes. I wrapped myself up and got lost in the comfort of your existence to fend off the feeling of an empty heart. You quickly became my favorite fix, a drug of the toxic variety. You did to me what none others had done before, fed a part of my creative soul that was starving for so long.
Read MoreI need to espresso my feelings...
I came here a stranger, not only to them. For I was a stranger in my own skin searching for some semblance of home.
Read MoreEven a broken past can lead to a beautiful future..
I would tell present me to take a step back and enjoy the life she has fought so hard to keep. And to continue to march triumphantly through the wreckage that has consumed the past. And although I am still working through the broken pieces of my past, I can still make a beautiful masterpiece of a future.
Read MoreShake it off
When life gets you down, just shake it off.
Read MoreSwiping right into hopeless love..
Why is it so seemingly hard in this day and age to want someone and have him or her genuinely want you back? To manage a relationship void of games and bologna. Just two people with common interests who like each others face enough to see them more than once a week. Dating nowadays doesn't make sense to me. You have this person you are semi interested in, and then you have the slew of other people you're also interested in, and you want to see all of them all at once. What happened to just being with one person and that being enough? We want so much to be different that we have made love a game of how many hearts can I put in my jar until it bursts?
I want one heart in my jar. I want one person that I can call my best friend who will eat pizza at three am in the middle of the kitchen floor in just the refrigerator light. Someone who will chase me in the grocery store making silly faces, or spend a whole day talking in accents to each other. I want to dance and sing to disney music in the dining room and end the day in bed talking about the existence of aliens or whether or not they live in the parts of the ocean we have never explored. I don't want complicated. I want genuine, simple, beautiful. Real.
Although this generation I inhabit picks tinder over meeting someone in line at target or a coffee shop, I do believe the love that I crave still exists somewhere. For now, I shall wade through the new norm of 2016 dating life swiping right.
All the feels, all the time.
Sometimes I get lost in thinking that life is too hard for the girl that feels too much. Sometimes I wish I could be anyone but me. But those moments, the real ones, the ones that bring warmth to your belly and ignite your willingness to live remind me that being the girl that feels too much isn't half bad at all.
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